Many a profound genius, I suppose, who fills the world with fame of his exploding renowned errors, is yet everyday posed and baffled by trivial questions at his own supper table.

You never know how you look through other people's eyes.

There are eyes, to be sure, that give no more admission into the man than blueberries.

All men plume themselves on the improvement of society, and no man improves.

Art is the path of the creator to his work.

[Gratitude is] the cheerfulness of wisdom.

The democrat is a young conservative; the conservative is an old democrat. The aristocrat is the democrat ripe, and gone to seed,--because both parties stand on the one ground of the supreme value of property, which one endeavors to get, and the other to keep.